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Aug. 20th, 2005 10:29 amHmm. Must have been hungry, because I no longer feel like I'm going to puke/die, whichever came first. Yay me!
I did not buy Our Lady of Perpetual Misery his gift and I will not cave and buy it for him unless he either cuts back on the bitchery or buys me mine. :p And I will now tell you why.
A few minutes after I hit post yesterday, I had Amazon loading and I heard Mom come home [it's a truck, kiddies, you can hear that thing the moment it turns onto the next street over] so I went to say aloha. She brought fooooood! When she walked through the door, after saying hey to the dog, she called up the stairs to Princess to wake his shiny happy ass up. Only she was far more polite. He shouts back and on it goes, until he asks [yells?] if someone's on the phone. Indeed I am. But gimme a minute or ten ... When Mom says yes, he screams back something about how he's going back to bed because it'll be another two hours before I get off the phone.
...what the fuck? I admit I gave him a hard time a few days ago because for fuck's sake, he had all weekend to call his bitches but he waits until I'm awake [which isn't all that long, all things considered] and on the phone and then he has to use it? Fuckoff. You can wait, just like I wait three hours [I've clocked it] for him to give up on his dealer calling him back.
Pissed off, I walked upstairs, checked to see why I was still online and nearly died laughing. I signed off, slammed my hand against his door and told him to wake the fuck up. [yes.] One of these days I'll explain why he didn't get his present. He wanted the phone more. Idiot.
Mm. OLP. Happy. :D
this could be the best day of my life
Last night work went by so fast that it's like I blinked around 12:30 and when my eyes opened again, it was damn near 3am. Freaky. But no complaints.
Lesse... Should be good and save my money. You never know when fantastic things will need to be bought.
Frick. I can't find my list of when nifty people are on tv. Frick!
By the way, it sucks when you feel more than a little outsider-ish when around your friends. When the things that make you laugh [to yourself] fly right over their heads. Usually I can ID their amusement, but it's like mine just go way too far into left field and the looks I get sometimes... On the other hand, not everyone has little tiny cartoon versions of people in their head, I suppose. Sucks to be them.
Rightio. Time to go finish some Sweet Valley, pick a book to read tonight, and try to figure out what book to buy tomorrow since I'm done with my last emergency read. Frick.
I did not buy Our Lady of Perpetual Misery his gift and I will not cave and buy it for him unless he either cuts back on the bitchery or buys me mine. :p And I will now tell you why.
A few minutes after I hit post yesterday, I had Amazon loading and I heard Mom come home [it's a truck, kiddies, you can hear that thing the moment it turns onto the next street over] so I went to say aloha. She brought fooooood! When she walked through the door, after saying hey to the dog, she called up the stairs to Princess to wake his shiny happy ass up. Only she was far more polite. He shouts back and on it goes, until he asks [yells?] if someone's on the phone. Indeed I am. But gimme a minute or ten ... When Mom says yes, he screams back something about how he's going back to bed because it'll be another two hours before I get off the phone.
...what the fuck? I admit I gave him a hard time a few days ago because for fuck's sake, he had all weekend to call his bitches but he waits until I'm awake [which isn't all that long, all things considered] and on the phone and then he has to use it? Fuckoff. You can wait, just like I wait three hours [I've clocked it] for him to give up on his dealer calling him back.
Pissed off, I walked upstairs, checked to see why I was still online and nearly died laughing. I signed off, slammed my hand against his door and told him to wake the fuck up. [yes.] One of these days I'll explain why he didn't get his present. He wanted the phone more. Idiot.
Mm. OLP. Happy. :D
this could be the best day of my life
Last night work went by so fast that it's like I blinked around 12:30 and when my eyes opened again, it was damn near 3am. Freaky. But no complaints.
Lesse... Should be good and save my money. You never know when fantastic things will need to be bought.
Frick. I can't find my list of when nifty people are on tv. Frick!
By the way, it sucks when you feel more than a little outsider-ish when around your friends. When the things that make you laugh [to yourself] fly right over their heads. Usually I can ID their amusement, but it's like mine just go way too far into left field and the looks I get sometimes... On the other hand, not everyone has little tiny cartoon versions of people in their head, I suppose. Sucks to be them.
Rightio. Time to go finish some Sweet Valley, pick a book to read tonight, and try to figure out what book to buy tomorrow since I'm done with my last emergency read. Frick.
